Consuela thought that as long as Sheryl explained to him, he would be able to believe that she wasn't
willing to do that. He was the only person she loved all the time! She could completely pretend not to
have heard those sarcastic words! Now, it seemed that her explanations were powerless. The person
that Harry liked was not her at all! No wonder he didn't believe her! Then, what was the use of her
explanation? Did she need to explain?
A bitter smile crept up her face. The tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"You are the one I love, Sheryl." Harry cast an affectionate glance at Sheryl and twisted his mouth. He
didn't even glance at Consuela.
Sheryl was amused by the funny look on his face, which stung Consuela's heart.
Consuela didn't say another word. Tears coursed down her cheeks. She picked up her purse, stood up
and left without hesitation.
"Harry, I like you, too. Where are you going, Consuela? "
Behind her came the shriek of Sheryl, and Consuela sped up her pace. She felt a sharp pain in her
heart, and she didn't want to stay there any longer!
The wind whizzed past, indicating that Consuela had left. Harry didn't turn around or even looked at her
at all. All of a sudden, he felt like something had been lost forever, and he could never get it back.
He frowned and lowered his head slightly.
With a joyful smile, Sheryl watched Consuela leave and thought, 'You're no match for me, Consuela1’
***
Consuela walked on the street, in a daze. Her tears had already been dried up by the gales of wind.
Her face was drained of color. All she could think of right now was only one figure. The figure slowly
intertwined and gradually formed into a beautiful picture, which was so beautiful yet heart breaking.
"Consuela, your face will be ruined if you continue crying! So stop crying! "
"Consuela, did you get hurt? Does it hurt? Are you okay? "
"Consuela..."
The comments were all the words that Harry had said to her. But she could never go back to the past.
The screen flashed away like a slideshow, too fast to grasp. In the end, it was fixed at the moment
when Harry bent over to kiss Sheryl. In the sunlight, both of them looked perfectly fine, as if she was
the third wheel.
Consuela’s eyes were empty as if she couldn't see anything. But she felt terrible, to the bone, so painful
that she couldn't even cry.
‘How did it come to this?’
She asked herself the same question again and again, but she couldn't get an answer.
All of a sudden, Consuela's pupils contracted and her body trembled. The painful memories about the
two persons in her mind stopped rolling in her mind. She seemed to be back to that terrible night which
was like a nightmare.
"Crack!"
A sharp, shrill voice pierced the sky and brought Consuela back to her senses. With a confused
expression, she tilted her head to the side.
"What happened? Watch your steps! Are your eyes just a decoration? "
The driver stretched his head out and glared at Consuela. An impatient look was written all over his
face.
Consuela suddenly realized that she was standing in the middle of the road. If the driver hadn't braked
hard, she would have been dead now!
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Consuela apologized again and again, feeling guilty. She bowed down slightly
and stepped back to a safe place.
"Damn it! Learn a lesson. No matter what happens, don't be absent-minded on the road next time! If I
hadn't been good at driving, you would have been here now! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze from Consuela, started the engine and drove off
without any hesitation.
After being taught a lesson, Consuela sniffed and tried to hold back her tears. She couldn't take steps
this time. It was more like she didn't know where to go than where she could go!
Suddenly, a black car pulled up at the roadside. Before Consuela could react, someone stretched out
his arms, threw her into the car and closed the door heavily.
Sitting on the cushion, Consuela winced in pain.
Her mood didn’t recover at all. When she came back to her senses, the car had already driven a long
way.
She raised her head confusedly. And she found she was sitting on the back seat of a high-end car, with
two rows of opposite positions. Opposite her was a man in a black suit and sunglasses.
"Who, who are you?" She tried to ease the discomfort in her heart.
"You don't need to know." The man sat straight, his eyes under the sunglasses motionless, his words
unfathomable.
Consuela stared at the man in confusion. She started to remember what had happened. She was on
the way just now, and then she was kidnapped. Now she didn't know where the car was heading.
Wait, hijack? Hijack!
What was going on?
It was not until then that Consuela realized what had happened. Her mind had been occupied by the
accident that she hadn't been able to think of anything else. Now she finally found out how dangerous
the environment she was in. A trace of fear suddenly took root in her heart and began to sprout slowly.
She turned her head to look out of the window at the scenery passing by. Such unknown things
gradually panicked her.
"What... Where are you taking me to?" Consuela turned her head back, swallowed her saliva, and tried
to calm herself down.
"You will know when we get there," the man demanded again, in a calm and cold tone.
His worried face scared Consuela even more. She always behaved herself and had never offended
anyone. Even if it was a little fight, her sister and Harry had helped her solve it perfectly. And now she
was confused!
The thought of Harry and Sheryl made her sad and dejected. Her heart was still aching from time to
time.
Just as Consuela was stupefied, the car stopped slowly.
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